Option One:
"Character Name and their party walked through the field of flowers for awhile. Character Name usually loved plants, but didn't have time to look at anything, because the group was pushing so fast. Eveyone else was taller than Character Name. Eventually, the party came to a stop at a nearby town, and the party leader went into the local tavern while everyone else sat outside. Character Name was completely exhausted."
Option Two:
"Character Name trudged after the other members of their party, feeling their feet getting heavier and heavier. They had already been walking for hours, and a stitch was starting to develope in their side, making it hard to breathe as they tried to keep up with the taller members of their group. The flowers that surrounded them were beautiful, and Character Name would usually love to look more closely, but the pace the group was moving meant they were forced to focus all of their attention on watching their step and having to break into a jog whenever they caught their breath enough to do so; none of the others spared them more than a glance, and they knew none of them would dare, or care, to ask the party leader to slow down; it was either keep up, or be left behind.
Eventually, they reached the edge of the field where a small village had been established between the field and the river, and the party leader called a halt, telling them to take a break while he went in to inquire about local leads. Character Name trudged along wearily behind their other party members, claiming the last seat, and slumping down into the chair, every muscle in their legs aching, and even worse, itching up a storm. Massaging their legs to try to get the blood flowing again, they rested their forehead on the table and focused on their breathing. They had never been so exhausted in their *life*.